Sunday - 8 am - A Young Boy Runs
Impressionistic piece of a young boy running on an early Sunday morning.
The power of the spoken word or spoken image.
Story behind the song
When I was 9 or 10 years old, often on a Sunday morning before others were up and about, I would meet a friend of mine in front of my building in the Queesnbridge Housing Projects in New York. From there we would literally run along the deserted commercial street of Vernon Boulevard for several miles to Rainey Park. Rainey Park was a little used park on the Queens side of the East River. My friend and I would barely speak, we just ran until the pains in our sides would force us to slow for a while and then keep going. It was a way to escape the concrete of the projects and know what it was to experience trees and grass in New York without feeling chrushed by the dense human wash of the large city. A sense of freedom, peace and unlimited space resulted from this Sunday ritual. I look back on those days as idylic and this piece springs from those memories.
Beautiful....... Drumnjon